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Old woman's face in the window
2010 in the Vologda region of the Cherepovets district turned out to be very hot and dry in the summer months. Such weather provoked numerous severe fires over a vast territory, including the Moscow region.
A granddaughter from Moscow stayed at our dacha near Cherepovets, and then her daughter came for her. It was only the beginning of August and it was still a long way from the start of the school year, but a little later they were getting ready for Moscow.
In the country. Photo by the author
I persuaded not to leave, but they left. The media were still silent about the fires.
And the next day I took pictures of the dacha, both on the street and in the house. And in one of the pictures there was a clear silhouette of an old woman in a headscarf. The windows in the house were open and the breeze was raising the curtains.
There were several pictures of the windows in the house, and only one of them has such a view. The weather is beautiful outside. without a single cloud with only a slight breeze.
Where her face is, you can see a drawing, like on crumpled parchment, and the nylon in this place is completely monochromatic without a pattern. When I saw the enlarged pictures on the computer, I personally got scared and unpleasant.
The next day, the news reported on large fires and smoke in Moscow and the Moscow region. Because of this, the daughter and granddaughter urgently returned to us, and whole settlements were burned down in different areas.
What was this strange face and how is it connected with the fires? Photo by the author
Author: Galina Kovshova
Brownie in the hospital
I lay in the department of pathology on preservation. Only laughter gathered in the ward, so it was not boring. One day the women went out into the corridor, and I decided to take a break from their laughter.
It was about 14.00, I was lying with my eyes closed, suddenly I heard the door open and someone was walking to my bed, and the steps were old. I decided that it was one of the women, and pretended to be asleep.
And suddenly this someone bends over me and I feel a warm breath right in my face. I want to raise my hand, throw back the covers, but I can't. An enormous burden.
Then this someone moved away from me and again the old steps. Then the door creak and silence.
I also get up and go out into the corridor. There are two women sitting there. To my question about who has now left the ward, they replied that they had not seen anyone. I told them everything and one of them said that it was the brownie who was surviving me from the ward.
Everything would be fine, but after two hours I was transferred to the maternity ward. I gave birth to a son. How can you not believe in something supernatural now?